Done But Accepted

It is me who crave for love,

it is me who jake with the least.

It is me who live in fantasies -

And rot in the realities. 

I am overflown in tears 

Which light can never discern.

I am choked with emotions 

Which darkness can only burn.

I embraced the vices in him -

To make him the best,

To bury my conscience in dust 

I made him gleam.

Now that I am dark 

I am used, I know.

To the infinity to persuade 

But the serenity to corrode.

The bruises deep inside

Have burnt to ashes;

The mind aches and yells

To the core to destroy the decayed.

I accept I am done,

With the evil to become the black

And to love the lie 

And to live death.